Luyện nghe bài hát BRACKETS

Lotta happens, like, being in show business
A lot of shit happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you
And I'm really about it
And I'm not bragging, I wanna say something
I a so--- fuck, it's ridiculous
But wait, a minute, wait a minute
Hey, if my father was today, I would go home and say
"Dad, I wanna tell you how money I made"
You know what he'd say? You's a lying
Jerome Lewis make that much money
Come in here, get your ass out the
Coming here that bullshit, hah

Niggas hating on me, I ain't used to
Know a people wanna shoot for that
I say "No, no, no, chill, it no need for that"
Them niggas tryna blow don't need me for that
And if it work for them, well shit, I'm with that
how they feel, I ain't got shit to do with that
I just sit back on cool and my paper stack
And trip off how much bread them crackers take from

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It's been a long time since I felt this way
About but now, but now
I'm controlling my mind, the are warm
The nights are cold, the is found, I'm found
Lord I need something to fill this void
Lord knows I need something to fill void
Lord knows I need something to fill void
Lord I need something to fill this void

Hell yeah boy, I'm a millionaire now
Hell yeah, nigga, can't tell me shit now, bro, hell no, fuck that
Bitch, got my first motherfuckin' million dollar nigga
I'm goddamn lit boy, you crazy as
Hold up, it's my phone real quick, my Unc'
Sam and shit
"What's up Unc'? Yup. Hey, I told you that was coming in,
I gotchu it came in. Goddamn, I'm a man of my word. Goddamn,
I told you I'ma have it, and goddamn, have it for you. Hell,
shit, damn right. Now, how much was it though? Uh huh. Huh?
Half You crazy, boy, you crazy. Bitch,
you as fuck. Bitch, bitch, you better suck half my dick!

Yeah, I pay taxes, so much taxes, shit make sense
Where do my dollars go? You see lately, I been convinced
I they say my dollars supposed to build roads and schools
But my niggas graduate, they ain't got the tools
Maybe 'cause the tax dollars I make sure I send
Get spent hirin' teachers that don't look like them
And the curriculum be tricking them, them dollars I
Got us learning about the heroes with the whitest of
One about the men that's controlling the pen
That write history, they always seem to white-out they
we'll never see a black man in the White House again
I'll a check to the IRS, my pockets get slim
Damn, do I even have a say 'bout it's goin'?
older nigga told me to start votin'
I said "Democracy is too slow"
If I'm givin' y'all hard-earned bread, I wanna know
yet, let me decide, bitch, it's 2018
Let me pick the things I'm funding from an app on my
Better that than wack congressman I've never seen
where my money go,
straight the palms of some Money-hungry company that make guns
that circulate the country And
up in my hood, making bloody clothes
Stray bullet hit a boy with a snotty nose
the concrete, he was prolly rose
Now his body and nobody knows what to tell his mother
He did good at the white man schools his brother
Who was lost in the streets all day, not rubbers
So now, he got two on the way
Still sleep on covers in his house
She can't take shit no more, she want him out
On the morning of the funeral, just as walking out
Wiping away, grabbing her keys and sunglasses
She remember that she file her taxes, damn

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